Imitation of Tibullus: Sulpicia Ad Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.)
Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell diseaseWhich racks my breast your fickle bosom please?Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain,That I might live for Love and you again;But, now, I scarcely shall bewail my fate:By Death alone I can avoid your hate.
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